Her music is the autumn breeze stinging your eyes while you cry. Her music is chain smoking in a graveyard. Her music is raw tenderness and the fog of depression fighting a war over your heart. Her music is hanging out in the cold parking lot of an adandoned strip mall with the other weirdos. Her music is finding beauty in the darkness.
I discovered her music at a huge turning point in my life last year. I hope you enjoy 🖤🖤
I’m walking alone in dark, cold, snowy weather on the streets of some Eastern European city letting my entire body feel the intensity of all the world’s sorrow when I hear this song. Not to be dramatic.
Breaking my very thin, almost non existent air of mystery because I got a haircut I actually like, my favorite jeans fit again, it’s a full moon eclipse, 70°, and both of my kids’ birthdays are today!! MAGIC IS REAL AND I AM FULL OF LOVE! 💗 💗💗💗💗💗
